She laughed merrily at the starry-eyed fox before her.
'A sweet-tongued rascal, I see!' she said, nodding her head at him. 'My Lady will be delighted that there are those in Arda who still recall her.' She bent to adjust the flowery crown once more.
'Come sit with us if you will, for a while.' She indicated a space on the bench she had just sat down on.
Then turning back toward Olorin, she asked him, 'How came this great forest to be so over-shadowed and so sad? It grieves me to see it so.'
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